"......" Xiang Yun's tone was not small, which really surprised Lin Feng and everyone present.

But in an instant, this surprise changed its taste, Lin Feng only felt that the little man in front of him was really dying, and he had reached this point, and he even dared to pretend to be profound!

Don't look at his ability to compose poems in one-third of the incense, this is what he has accumulated over the decades, and Xiang Yun is nothing, a person who does not learn and has no skills, and he also wants to compare with himself, I am afraid that even if he is burned with ten pillars of incense, he will not be able to let out a fart!

"Hmph, stinky boy, you just delay, when this pillar of incense is burned, I'll see what you can put it on. ”

It's not just Lin Feng, at this moment, almost everyone thinks that Xiang Yun is holding on hard, but in fact, there is nothing in his stomach at all, and when the fragrance is burned out, I am afraid that the latter will find some excuse to deny it perfunctorily.

For a while, the eyes of the whole hall almost looked at the top of those cases, the half-pillar fragrance burning in the cyan Xiaoding, only Xiang Lingtian, who was at the top, glanced at his little son, a pair of eyes as deep as stars flashed with strange brilliance, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Right...... Let's ......."

Time passes minute by minute, and the fragrance also falls off section by section, when the fragrance burns to less than one-tenth, and it looks like it is about to burn out!

"Squeak......

With the movement of a wooden bench, the sound of rubbing against the floor sounded, but it was Xiang Yun, who had been leaning back on the bench, shaking his head and drinking wine, suddenly stood up and pushed the chair behind him out of the distance!

Everyone turned their heads in shock by this sound, but saw that the last glass of wine in Xiang Yun's hand was raised, and he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp!

Immediately, Xiang Yun turned his head to look at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky outside the Chunlai Pavilion Observation Deck, he let out a long sigh, and the wine glass in his hand slammed on the table!

The next moment, take the pen, dip the ink, hang the juice, lift the pen, and put down the pen...... The whole process is like flowing water, without a trace of stagnation, Xiang Yun is already a one-handed cantilever, and his hand is like a dragon rushing on the rice paper!

Everyone was stunned for a while by Xiang Yun's fluent and chic freehand movements! From a distance, they saw Xiang Yun's pen, the ink-colored handwriting and strokes stretched, like mountains undulating, and like flowing clouds fluttering!

Just looking at it from a distance, you can feel a strong and smooth artistic conception, which makes people can't help but hold their breath, as if they are watching a masterpiece of ingenuity come into the world!

For a while, the entire Chunlai Pavilion was silent and picturesque, and everyone's breathing was unconsciously three points smaller!

In their eyes, a young man, scolding Fang Xuan, the brush in his hand is like a jumping stream, and like the rushing Yangtze River, suddenly soft and brisk, suddenly strong and heavy!

He is like a painter who is fascinating, and at the moment he is engrossed in painting a stunning picture! As if he is the only one in the whole world, a stroke and a piece of paper!

"Hmm...... This kid's mental power ...... When did it become so strong. At this time, only one person present noticed the huge spiritual power that Xiang Yun's body naturally exuded at this moment.

He is the king of Xiang Lingtian side by side, at this moment, his eyes are shining, and he can't help but wonder in his heart, under the concentration of Xiang Yun in front of him, the spiritual power fluctuations that are exuded, only he can clearly perceive, this is different from Xiang Yun's weak spiritual power a year ago!

The look of surprise in Xiang Lingtian's eyes only disappeared in an instant, and then he regained his indifference, quietly watching Xiang Yun walk away on the rice paper!

"Pop ......!"

"Smack......!"

With a heavy knock sound at the same time, Xiang Yun's chest rose and fell, and he exhaled a long breath of turbidity, his electric gaze swept over the somewhat sluggish people, and his lips lightly opened and said a word.

"Done!"

"Breath ......" almost at the same time, everyone's hearts jumped suddenly, followed by a long exhalation of breath that had already been held in the chest, as if a boulder had fallen to the ground, and the heart was beating again!

The first one to come forward was King Wenjing, who didn't mean to trouble Xiang Yun at all, and personally walked quickly to Xiang Yun's side!

Looking at the ink-colored handwriting sprinkled on the rice paper on the square table, almost just a glance, the Xiangwang Wenjing, who was over sixty years old, couldn't help but blurt out!

"Sure enough, it's the calligraphy of the pinnacle!"

At this moment, the handwriting written by Xiang Yun is exactly the same as the handwriting of the previous poem "Water Tune Song Head", which shocked everyone, and even the handwriting of this poem at this moment, because Xiang Yun's penmanship is more wild and uninhibited, and has a more chic charm!

"What ......!"

As soon as they heard Wang Wenjing's words, everyone present showed a look of shock!

Although they had seen the calligraphy on the rice paper before, they didn't believe that it would be written by Xiang Yun, at this moment, they saw Xiang Yun write it with their own eyes, and after the appraisal of King Wenjing, it must not be wrong, Xiang Yun really reached the peak of the calligraphy realm!

"This ...... How is this possible?" Lin Feng almost gritted his teeth, his eyes staring at Xiang Yun without blinking, his eyes were full of disbelief!

Not only him, but even the crown prince Xiang Qian, who was displeased with Xiang Yun before, and Princess Zhifeng, who was extremely disgusted with Xiang Yun, all showed a look of surprise at this moment, and they were obviously shocked!

"Everyone, let me take a look at this poem first!" At this moment, Wang Wenjing calmed his mind, got rid of the surprise and shock in his heart, and planned to taste the masterpiece of His Royal Highness the Prince!

Everyone also held their breath again, for fear of interfering with Lord Xiangguo's appreciation of this poem!

At this moment, Lord Xiangguo was staring at it, however, when he saw the first two lines of poetry, Lord Xiangguo's eyes were already wide, his lips were slightly open, and his chest and abdomen were undulating, as if there were waves inside, and he was surging in the wind!

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. ”

Wang Wenjing's low and mellow voice, which was full of vicissitudes of life, couldn't help but recite these two lines of poetry softly! Just the first two sentences had already made everyone present speechless and shocked!

They seemed to see the nine heavens, the rolling dusk river, the turbid waves, from the nine heavens, like thunder rolling down! They seemed to see the old man with hair like snow in front of the lonely lamp bronze mirror, holding a hair like snow in his hand, sighing miserably at the bronze mirror!

Wang Wenjing continued to chant in a trembling and vicissitudes of voice......

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

Wang Wenjing's voice became more and more high-pitched, and his emotions became more and more intense, and even at this moment, his rickety and thin body became infinitely taller, and between depression and frustration, the poems that were rolling like a mighty river and the momentum of the earth-shaking tide did not stop!

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you!

......

The sky and the earth seemed to become silent at this moment, the snowflakes falling outside the window, the bright moon in the sky, the twinkling stars, and the hearts of everyone in the hall that were agitated and almost stagnant!

I don't know how long it took, a cloudy tear suddenly fell from the corner of Wang Wenjing's eyes, as a famous predecessor in the literary world and the head of the dignified country's civil officials.

Even in the rebellion of the Ten Kingdoms, his own grandson was beheaded by the Yue army and thrown into Longcheng, and the sergeant personally held him in front of him, he did not leave a single tear, but at this moment he was crying!

Not sadness, not anger, he is excited and joyful, tears of joy and tears!

"Ah......h

Wang Wenjing let out a long sigh when he looked up to the sky, he seemed to see that decades ago, he was still a young man, carrying a bamboo bookcase on his back, and he was traveling to study, at that time, he was also full of pride, wanting to travel thousands of miles, read thousands of books, and drink thousands of glasses of wine!

But now, on top of the temple, far away from the rivers and lakes, people's hearts are unpredictable, deceitful, false and wronged, everything is contrary to the original intention, and it is getting farther and farther away from the real self!

However, when he saw this poem and read this poem, Wang Wenjing seemed to see himself at the beginning and experienced the state of mind at that time, so that his heart was stirred and tears flowed.

"The sky has eyes, and the old man can read such a masterpiece in his lifetime, and the old man dies without regrets!"

At this moment, in the face of Lord Xiangguo, who was in tears and with an agitated expression, everyone did not laugh, let alone ridicule, some were just shocked, like hearing the sound of the sky!

This poem, which is sprinkled with ocean and sea, not only shocked Wang Wenjing, but also a group of high-powered northwest county guards, as well as the prince and princess who are in the palace and are accustomed to seeing talented and talented people!

Even Xiang Yun's two elder brothers, as well as his father Xiang Lingtian, who never treated him well and acted viciously! At this moment, everyone was stunned by Xiang Yun's poems!

Even the generalissimo Wan Bing, who didn't like Wenmo and couldn't appreciate any poetry and songs, was surprised at the moment, and muttered to himself: "This poem is well written, imposing, like a gentleman!"

As soon as such a masterpiece came out, let alone them, Lin Feng, the young handsome man who was Xiang Yun's opponent of Wenmo, was even more pale as paper at this moment, his expression was sluggish, his body trembled, and the whole person was almost shaky!

"What kind of psalm is this!"

"This is almost beyond the hierarchical boundaries of the world's work, it can be called a masterpiece!" Lin Feng's heart echoed with such a shout!

But Xiang Yun at this moment glanced at the shocked expressions of everyone, and Lin Wan'er beside him had a look of fascination and adoration, the latter was ancient on the surface, but he was almost happy in his heart!

"Damn, our Li Taibai Li Da Poet is known as the existence of poet immortals, and this "Will Enter the Wine" is one of his several famous poems, which can be called a masterpiece, how can you mortals imagine it?"

Xiang Yun couldn't help but be a little grateful to the university teacher back then, the old man with 800 degrees of myopia glasses and thick lenses like beer caps, if he hadn't forced himself to recite so many classical poems, how could he be able to slap everyone in the face today?

"Ahem......" Xiang Yun coughed lightly twice, and then he looked at Wang Wenjing, who was still a little emotional, with an indifferent face.

"Lord Xiangguo, since you are the author of the question, now that the poem has been completed, please judge it fairly, can my poem "Will Enter the Wine" be comparable to Brother Lin's poem?"

##这是第四更了, brothers, frivolous means that you need to recuperate, and you can't afford to come tomorrow...... The old man has to recharge his energy for two days, and two shifts tomorrow!haha...... By the way, I would like to thank the monthly passes and tips of 'Feng Zhen Cat No. 1', 'Book Friend 55814983', 'Peak Fire Pry Beauty', 'Please Call Me Big Lazy Hammer'!! 'PDFsnoopy' for the monthly passes and tips##